HOST. Sir, you are welcome to this house, to such as here is with all my heart, but, by the mass, I fear your lodging will be the worst. I have but two beds, and they are both in a chamber, and the carrier and his daughter lies in the one, and you and your wife must lie in the other. COBHAM. In faith, sir, for my self I do not greatly pass. My wife is weary, and would be at rest, For we have travelled very far today; We must be content with such as you have. HOST. But I cannot tell how to do with your man. HARPOOLE. What, hast thou never an empty room in thy house for me? HOST. Not a bed, by my troth: there came a poor Irish man, and I lodged him in the barn, where he has fair straw, though he have nothing else. HARPOOLE. Well, mine host, I pray thee help me to a pair of fair sheets, and I’ll go lodge with him. HOST. By the mass, that thou shalt; a good pair of hempen sheets, were never lain in: Come. [Exeunt.] ACT V. SCENE V. The same. A street. [Enter Constable, Mayor, and Watch.] MAYOR. What? have you searched the town? CONSTABLE. All the town, sir; we have not left a house unsearched that uses to lodge. MAYOR. Surely, my lord of Rochester was then deceived, Or ill informed of sir John Old-castle, Or if he came this way he’s past the town. He could not else have scaped you in the search. CONSTABLE. The privy watch hath been abroad all night, And not a stranger lodgeth in the town But he is known; only a lusty priest We found in bed with a pretty wench, That says she is his wife—yonder at the sheeres; But we have charged the host with his forth coming Tomorrow morning. MAYOR. What think you best to do? CONSTABLE. Faith, master mayor, here’s a few straggling houses beyond the bridge, and a little Inn where carriers use to lodge, though I think sure he would ne’er lodge there: but we’ll go search, & the rather, because there came notice to the town the last night of an Irish man, that had done a murder, whom we are to make search for. MAYOR. Come, I pray you, and be circumspect. [Exeunt.] ACT V. SCENE VI. The same. Before the Carrier’s Inn. Enter Watch. FIRST WATCH. First beset the house, before you begin the search. SECOND WATCH. Content; every man take a several place. [Here is heard a great noise within. Keep, keep, strike him down there, down with him]] [Enter Constable with the Irish man in Harpoole’s apparel.] CONSTABLE. Come, you villainous heretic, confess where your master is. IRISHMAN. Vat mester? MAYOR. Vat mester, you counterfeit rebel? this shall not serve your turn. IRISHMAN. Be sent Patrick I ha no mester. CONSTABLE. Where’s the lord Cobham, sir John Old-castle, that lately is escaped out of the Tower? IRISHMAN. Vat lort Cobham? MAYOR. You counterfeit, this shall not serve you; we’ll torture you, we’ll make you to confess where that arch-heretic, Lord Cobham, is: come, bind him fast. IRISHMAN. Ahone, ahone, ahone, a Cree! CONSTABLE. Ahone, you crafty rascal! [Exeunt.]